Why do I have to be so mean to her? Well, why does she have to do that—make me angry. She knows I hate talking about it. What did she expect from me? Did she expect me to behave since Brandon is here? Did she expect me to buckle under his congratulations? I told her not to. I looked right into her eyes and asked her not to, and she did, she spit it right out as if the knife needs to be plunged in again. He won't understand. No one ever understands why I hate talking about it, or myself in general, and that's probably because I can't provide...